Can the day’s events simply be swept away by a street cleaner…

In the damp misty morning of uncertainty,
The streetlights mournful hum is lost
To the slow sweeping of the silent street cleaner.
With each methodic stroke he erases
The events of times past.

The wine bottles discarded by a decrepit old man,
Lay shattered and broken in the musty
Entrance of the 10th Street subway,
Which glides unseen, unheard beneath
The iambic strokes of the street cleaner.

The lock to Charlie’s Pool Hall snaps soundly
Under the pressure of a man’s massive hand,
To be reopened only at the requiem of the day’s light.

One of the city’s finest sips impatiently
At his cup of coffee, sensing the near
Completion of his beat, while a truck
Rolls mechanically to a stop.

And the damp misty morning is filled yet again
With the events that the methodic strokes
Of the silent street cleaner will erase.

There are long-standing social issues getting more exposure today than they did when we baby boomers were kids, and there are movements that are picking up steam that we never imagined would grow as they have. One obvious example today is sexual harassment.

Well, it’s that time of year once again. Trout season in rivers and streams will open on April 1st in New York, Massachusetts and Maine, April 8th in Rhode Island, Vermont and Connecticut, and April 22nd in New Hampshire for […]